would return no more.
In spite of herself she began to entertain doubts and fears. The
reasonableness of the arguments of these disinterested French officers
commenced to convince her against her will.
That he was a cannibal she would not believe, but that he was an
adopted member of some savage tribe at length seemed possible to her.
She would not admit that he could be dead. It was impossible to
believe that that perfect body, so filled with triumphant life, could
ever cease to harbor the vital spark--as soon believe that immortality
As Jane permitted herself to harbor these thoughts, others equally
unwelcome forced themselves upon her.
If he belonged to some savage tribe he had a savage wife--a dozen of
them perhaps--and wild, half-caste children. The girl shuddered, and
when they told her that the cruiser would sail on the morrow she was
It was she, though, who suggested that arms, ammunition, supplies and
comforts be left behind in the cabin, ostensibly for that intangible
personality who had signed himself Tarzan of the Apes, and for D'Arnot
should he still be living, but really, she hoped, for her forest
god--even though his feet should prove of clay.
And at the last minute she left a message for him, to be transmitted by
Tarzan of the Apes.
She was the last to leave the cabin, returning on some trivial pretext
after the others had started for the boat.
She kneeled down beside the bed in which she had spent so many nights,
and offered up a prayer for the safety of her primeval man, and
crushing his locket to her lips she murmured:
"I love you, and because I love you I believe in you. But if I did not
believe, still should I love. Had you come back for me, and had there
been no other way, I would have gone into the jungle with you--forever."
The Outpost of the World
With the report of his gun D'Arnot saw the door fly open and the figure
of a man pitch headlong within onto the cabin floor.
The Frenchman in his panic raised his gun to fire again into the
prostrate form, but suddenly in the half dusk of the open door he saw
that the man was white and in another instant realized that he had shot
his friend and protector, Tarzan of the Apes.
With a cry of anguish D'Arnot sprang to the ape-man's side, and
kneeling, lifted the latter's head in his arms--calling Tarzan's name
There was no response, and then D'Arnot placed his ear above
Then Perry glanced at the thermometer.Page 4
witness a perfect orgy of prayer--if one may allude with such a simile to so solemn an act.Page 5
"One estimates it thirty miles, because the internal heat, increasing at the rate of about one degree to each sixty to seventy feet depth, would be sufficient to fuse the most refractory substances at that distance beneath the surface.Page 12
The stems were bare for a distance of some fifteen feet--at least on those trees which Perry attempted to ascend, for the suggestion of safety carried by the larger of the forest giants.Page 17
I was pulled this way and that.Page 18
"With a tail, David," remarked Perry, "you would make a very handsome ape.Page 22
If we fell we were prodded with a sharp point.Page 23
They talked among themselves as they marched along on either side of us, but in a language which I perceived differed from that employed by our fellow prisoners.Page 47
Crouching beside the brook, I waited until one of the diminutive purple whales rose to nibble at the long grasses which overhung the water, and then, like the beast of prey that man really is, I sprang upon my victim, appeasing my hunger while he yet wriggled to escape.Page 48
As I looked at that hopeless struggle my eyes met those of the doomed man, and I could have sworn that in his I saw an expression of hopeless appeal.Page 56
The Mahar sank now till only the long upper bill and eyes were exposed above the surface of the water, and the girl had advanced until the end of that repulsive beak was but an inch or two from her face, her horror-filled eyes riveted upon those of the reptile.Page 58
There was no hypnotism here--just the plain, brutal ferocity of the beast of prey, tearing, rending, and gulping its meat, but at that it was less horrible than the uncanny method of the Mahars.Page 62
By the time I had eaten eight meals and slept twice I was convinced that I was upon the wrong trail, for between Phutra and the inland sea I had not slept at all, and had eaten but once.Page 73
"And what will they do with me there?" I persisted.Page 91
The opening was comparatively small, so that after considerable effort I was able to lug up a bowlder from the valley below which entirely blocked it.Page 99
Each time my sword found his body--once penetrating to his lung.Page 100
Time after time I bowled him over as fast as he could stagger up, until toward the last he lay longer on the ground between blows, and each time came up weaker than before.Page 105
"And you have caused me all this anguish for nothing!" "I have suffered even more," she answered simply, "for I thought that you did not love me, and I was helpless.Page 111
Behind us I stationed a sufficient reserve under one of Ghak's head men.Page 115
One, more friendly than the rest, told me today that they intended attacking me tonight.